Grey Suit Black Tie

Eye Contact

 We started standing off to the sides of dresses, riding on top of soft shoulders in the flash of camera bulbs, the folks trying to decide to keep them on or turn them off, depending on the low level glow in the dusk. I could see them all laughing. I sent them all to hell with my glances. I buried them in attitude, drowned them in my apathy as she stared off into the camera, trying to smile for the both of us.

I bought roses from the same flower shop I had circled for each girl I took out. The florist knew my name. He knew the first one’s and asked me how she was each time I came in. Brown eyes and hair traded for fair skin. I smiled, but never looked down.